The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado